Another Drabblebit...
Series: Ergo Proxy
Character: Daedalus
Wordcount: 100 <--Dear god I never ever hit perfect wordcount what is this?
Nothing is out of place in his facility. Every last syringe and scalpel accounted for in his domain, his labyrinth of artificial lights and curving passageways, mechanical attendants and the routine rhythms of incoming data. The air always carries the same faint tang, familiar, ozone and chemical sterilizers. He works best within bounds of this precision, but sometimes tires of functioning as a cog-piece. When he feels like indulging in his own humanity, he reaches for her files and spreads them patiently across his desktop, covering up the endless scrolling numbers, and loses himself in the depths of her eyes.
Character: Daedalus
Wordcount: 100 <--Dear god I never ever hit perfect wordcount what is this?
Nothing is out of place in his facility. Every last syringe and scalpel accounted for in his domain, his labyrinth of artificial lights and curving passageways, mechanical attendants and the routine rhythms of incoming data. The air always carries the same faint tang, familiar, ozone and chemical sterilizers. He works best within bounds of this precision, but sometimes tires of functioning as a cog-piece. When he feels like indulging in his own humanity, he reaches for her files and spreads them patiently across his desktop, covering up the endless scrolling numbers, and loses himself in the depths of her eyes.